On a Sunday Morning

On any given Sunday morning things are crazy around here.  Even knowing how long it ends up taking to get out the door, we never leave ourselves enough time to do so without being flustered and even annoyed (or angry...extra fun on Sunday!).  I often say that we could live in the sanctuary and we might be on time for worship.  (If you recall, we live four houses down from our church.)

Last night I laid out the clothes for the kids and had in mind what I wanted to wear myself.  I can't say that I got to bed early, and I had a weird night.  But, I got up after my alarm went off and woke the kids up and gave them breakfast (breakfast number 2 for Eliana).  Mike had to assist in worship this morning, so he was doing his own thing.

My big kids got dressed after they ate, and then walked themselves to Sunday School.  It took me a little longer to get myself together and of course Eliana had to poop.  Better here than there (at least at this point).  We got that taken care of, and put on our shoes, and then we, too, were out the door.

Although we were a little late, there was no yelling, no fussing, and no fighting amongst siblings.  No one cried before leaving the house!  I count today a triumph already.

Next mission:  to find a Sunday School class for myself, since Eliana is now happily attending Sunday School herself.